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My mother is great, and i love her dearly. She is very supportive and is always there for me. Still, there are times when she crosses the very broad line of privacy. I am not talking about the fine line of privacy between mother and child. I am fucking talking about the line of eavesdropping. I am talking about Putting-your-ear-on-the-door-to-listen, kinda shit.

I was in my bedroom.

I had the door shut (this was for no particular reason).

I was double lining with friends on my cell phone as well as talking to a number of people on my computer. The conversation on the phone was with a girl who had a crush and wanted to have two of her friend witness her confession (i know, totally high school).

On my computer, i was talking shit with most of my friends. The exeption was my cousin. I was telling him a great number of things. My life, and my secrets…

Everything.

This was a very serious conversation, so naturally i was in and out of the gossip occuring in my left ear. 

At this moment, I got an IM from someone i want very little to do with. My natural response was to voice my irritation. I began to whine. “Ah, this guy doesn’t-” I stopped myself before the whole slanderous phrase could permeate the door. 

Instinct struck me.

I got up and swung open the door. My eyes glaring: Ready to meet the eyes of my mother who i know would be in the shadows.

I was correct. My mother had been trying to eavesdrop on my conversation. 

“Your grandfather is making noise so i came to check up on him” she said in a composed fashion. “shitty excuse”, i thought to myself.

My eyes remained fixed on hers for a few moments. I wanted to make sure she knew that i was silently calling her out on her shitty ass lie. 

I shook my head as i turned my back on her and went back into my room. “Cant fucking believe this shit!”, I repeated to myself over and over.

An hour later, my mother came back to my room with embarasment all over her face. “Papo, i am leaving to Bimini early tomorrow morning, and here is some money.”

“Bitch, i don’t want your damn money! You think you can buy me or some shit?!?”, i yelled in my mind while I nodded, not saying a word. She placed the 100 dollar bill on my nightstand and left.

Now i am wondering who should feel bad?

I mean, she was probably just trying to make sure that nothing bad was going on. Although that may be true, she still invaded my privacy and questioned my trustworthiness.

I, on the other hand treated the situation badly. I protected my privacy, but i could have handled her intrusion better.

It seems she is readily crossing lines and willing to suffer awkwardness.:(

I forgive her because i love her and i cant bare being angry with her. I just hope this doesn’t become something frequent and annoying.